With the wings birds fly away <br />Again they come home <br />At the end of the day <br />They go near the seas or the oceans <br />Or the forests or on the mountains <br />In search of food for them and for kids <br />When mother would come and feed. <br /> <br /> <br />I also not keep myself in me. <br />Like a bird it flew away to see <br />Where Mountains above <br />Touched the blue sky <br />Where the river has hidden herself in a forest <br />With a great shy. <br /> <br />I can see the sunrises on the Islands <br />And the beauty of the deep blue oceans. <br /> <br />So my mind always flies from me <br />And it is always full of glee.<br /><br />Ruma Chaudhuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mind-as-a-bird/
